Silliness to lighten the gloom

Just in time to lift my mood…

Light/Sav: added a hopper powered chicken farm to the house
Spiderlilly: I gotta see that
Light/Sav: ok
Light/Sav: had help from azure
Spiderlilly: what does it do? compartmentalize the chickens in chests?
Light/Sav: come see

And because it won’t be complete without pics:-



Just. Silly.

(edit) Added myself. You know. For immorrtality. And all that stuff.





Scared. Overwhelmed. I know I’m not well. I wonder if I can handle all this, and I shouldn’t just put it aside and take it easy.

On the other hand, I just realised something. 20k words. That’s 1/2 a novel, according to places like SWFA. So. I have two 1/2 done and a third that’s technically novel length, at about 40k words.

Still have to FINISH it, however.

There’s that word. Finish.

Wonder if it’s just me…

At the moment, I’m attached to the magazine I bought with Olivia Wilde on the cover. It has pages of writing inserted that I carry around.

As well as this pen.

I’d like to find out if it’s just me that tends to develop an attachment to a particular pen for a period of time, as I write. I MUST write with that one pen. I’ll seek it out before all others (I don’t like typing up; I prefer to write longhand, I type up the end result afterwards though).

Hm hm hm. Little curiosities.

Just… snark. (Or is it? Not sure.)

I’m tired of these stores that flaunt these plain tops, plain cotton shirts, plain jeans, plain bodysuits with ooh! stripes that go this-a-way! or hey! the whole bodysuit’s only one colour! or have plain-ass sweatsuits with only the brand name slapped on going for it. Or looking like that sports stuff from high school you never really threw away. And either touting these as ‘classic’ or the next best thing since sliced bread.

Oh, pleeeease.

Get OFF my printed page, already.

And in order to make it look SPECIAL, you have to have multiple shots of the barely-past pubescent-looking model posing with the plain-looking clothes.

Just. UGH.

To me it looks like a lazy photo shoot attempt.

Who buys this? As in, falls for it?

I don’t.

…Do you?

Nerves ahoy… next stop, fear on a broken record…

Sent a literary poem, plus the Architect of Bonfires one I mentioned in a previous post, off to markets.

The nerves have set in. I’m scared.

The thought, bouncing about in my head:- What Have I Done..?!

Well, it’s too late.

Repeat: the worst that can happen is life goes on, (albeit with two rejection slips!)…

Ok that’s not working… I don’t want rejection slips!


Dennettgirl’s art on my shop

Turns out, instead of having to figure out how to do the art myself, get an artist who doesn’t mind.

And it’s the same artist who made my skin.

Here’s the process. I’m being so squee!

So. Here she is. Just starting.


So she starts working away…



Then she realises she started it wrong somewhere. Forgot a block (think of it as missing a “pixel”). She does pixel art. Remember way back when in the 90’s you’d do painstaking work on a microscopic level, pixel by pixel, to get things just right? She does that in her sleep.


Destroy, Destroy. Start all over again. Argh?

Destroy, Destroy. Start all over again. Argh?

Oy. Well she wasn’t grimacing about it, but I woulda.

So, onwards:-

She was actually destroying a bit here, again...

She was actually destroying a bit here, again…

Dum dee dum...

Dum dee dum…

At this point she ran outta brown wool. That’s when I realised I didn’t have permission on 1/2 the chests Mal put as hopper containers for our storage (more on that later). So we went snipping the brown wool-dyed sheep I had down in the basement. (Yeah, you can dye the sheep in Minecraft. It’s hilarious. And awesome.)

And, I dunno why I thought it’ll look like a page and not a bound book cover. I thought the brown shouldn’t be there, but I trusted  Denn; then my brain kicked in. OH RIGHT!

It's coming along nicely...

It’s coming along nicely…

She caught me checking the place out and it looked like a good screenshot moment. So.

There she is.

Caught her standing still.

Caught her standing still.

… aaand we’re done! She posed far away, good thing We caught her close up beforehand, didn’t we? Squint; there she is!

... squint and see Dennett on top of her finished book on my shop...

… squint and see Dennett on top of her finished book on my shop…

... now squint and see her  in front of the glass portion. :D

… now squint and see her in front of the glass portion. 😀

I like to give credit where credit is due; plus I love her to bits.

(Here’s the enchanted book for comparison just to show how bang-on she got it.)

Thanks, Dennettgirl!

(And. Squeeeeeeeee…!)

When my worlds collide…

I started in Nick Mamatas’ twitter today, saw something unfortunate (to add to the “Bitch from Worldcon” post I saw earlier in the week, James May’s take on white privilege) NO. *NOT* linking. Ew.

But. Silver lining time. Saw Scalzi’s post because it was linked.

I’ll let others articulate the obvious, and use a mallet to that effect, and I’m not fangirl squeeing here.

A year late (and a dollar short?) to Scalzi’s post. But.

When my worlds collide. Say what? He’s designing a game? (here.)

And. Oh. That mallet he’s wielding in his twitter profile makes SOOOO much sense now.

Ok, I lie. I’ll say something. A little thingy. Again, obvious. But, yanno.

Speaking from someone with likely the second highest difficulty setting: It’s Scalzi’s fucking sandbox. *HIS* corner of the ‘net. He PAYS for it. He wants to keep it clean. If it’s dirty, go articulate as such in a manner that’s knife-proof. He wordsmiths for a living. Don’t dither, or be foolhardy, with yours.

Hence. Mallet.


I lie?

Some more food for thought, if the 800+ comments on Scalzi’s post didn’t make u think and entertain you (the mallet thwapping):-

Off to hunt food.

(At least I’m not a SOCIAL gamer, according to those stats… Angry Birds? Wassat?)